Oh, by the way. I don't own this, nor do I make a profit from it. I just write this to improve my skills and for the enjoyment of others.
My characters are Kyushi, Shioki, Mikozu (Masashi Kishimoto owns the person, but there wasn't a name, so I gave him one.), Rikodo, and Takashiki. All the others are copyright by Masashi Kishimoto.
The village was very different from what the others had been expecting. There wasn't a Kage office, just a larger building. It really looked like they were prepared for living in the mountains. It turns out that there weren't a lot of civilians here; it was mainly ninjas that had fled from their villages. It was actually very pretty. Mountain flowers were growing everywhere and it was warm in the valley. Deidara was ecstatic when he saw the young man making a statue out of clay, and couldn't help but hurry over. He bent down next to the man and touched the statue gently before picking up the clay and creating an arm. It was one of the few things that didn't explode. The other man was impressed and laughed loudly when Deidara created a bird using the hands on his mouth.
"Haven't seen ya'll 'round 'ere before. Ahh! Hiroki! It's great to see ya 'gain! Must be tha new ones that ya've been talkin' 'bout." Hiroki nodded, easily following the man's speaking habits. The others, however, could barely make it out."
"Uhum. They're yours Rikodo. Might as well introduce yourself though. And don't touch me. I prefer not to wash clay out of my clothing."
"Tch. Ya too prissy. Take that damn stick outta that ass of yaurs, and we'll talk." It earned him a glare from Hiroki before the man sighed and sat down. He picked up the clay and started to mold it gently. Deidara immediately sat down beside him and joined in.
"Un! Sasori, you can make a puppet!"
"Why don't you do it?"
"Don't wanna, un. Do it yourself." Sasori sighed but gave in and, picking up a good sized chunk, began to mold a puppet's face.
"Right ya'll. I'm Rikodo, the head of this village. To accept youse, I'ma needing ya'lls names and what village you'se from. Ya know, just so I can lie to whatever people are lookin' for ya'lls.
"Un! Me first! I'm Deidara from Iwagakure."
"Sasori. Sunagakure."
"Itachi." The Mayor froze, he had been trying to figure out why they seemed familiar. Then it hit them, they were from the Akatsuki. " Konohagakure."
"Kisame. Kiriagkure."
"Alright. So that's who I gotta lie to. What'sa matter Hiroki?"
"We had to outrun a bunch of Kohona ANBU to make it here before the storm got too bad."
"Aah. Gotcha. Be onna lookout then. Not like thay'll find us though. Shield spells are 'mazing."
"Mmm... Haven't been home in years..."
"That's right. Ya were born 'ere, weren't ya, Hiroki?"
"Yup. How are you anyway?"
"Ehh, gettin' 'long fine. Beena good yar."
"A good what?" Deidara spoke up from where he had been molding his clay.
"A good yar."
"He means a good year, Deidara."
"How can you understand him?"
"Used to it. You'll get it eventually Deidara. Anyway, I have to leave." Hiroki turned to leave when Itachi doubled over coughing. The man had collapsed in Kisame's arms, his body shaking with every one before his eyes slipped shut and he lost consciousness. Kisame looked panicked, something that the others hadn't seen in a long time.
"Well, there goes me leaving anytime soon... Carry him gently; Rikodo should have a house ready for you guys."
"Ayh do. This wai." Rikodo turned and began to walk towards one of the homes close towards the middle of the village. Hiroki had already begun to suspect what was wrong with Itachi, but he hadn't known for the beginnings to start this close.
Kakashi sighed before turning his head to look into the classroom again. Iruka's old students were terrorizing the teacher again, and the poor Jounin was having a hard time remaining sane. Iruka would have been able to handle this easily, he realized, and he felt a jab of guilt. He had been the one to push the poor Chuunin too far, it was his fault. He sighed again. They couldn't get over that damned mountain until Neji was done reading the scroll. It wasn't the mountain itself that was the problem; it was the blizzard that was currently happening on top of it. They needed a time frame for when they could slip through it. And that was exactly what Neji was looking for. He had been pouring over the scrolls for the past two days since they had returned, and had barely eaten. Apparently Hinata had to force feed him occasionally, he was so intent on finding the information. Not that it would matter much, there wasn't a lot of info about it. Iruka's father had been damn lucky when he had crossed the mountain, but he hadn't mentioned the date when he had made it through the snowstorm. A lot of it was information about the village, but there was a part that said there were several dates when the blizzard had died down. There weren't any specifics though, and Neji could often be found cursing the man out.
He drew a slow breath in, his gaze flickering back to the classroom where Genma was currently struggling. That poor man. Suddenly Kakashi had a lot of respect for Iruka, he had been able to deal with it for such a long time, and he was only a Chuunin! Though, having respect for the man wasn't going to bring him back, and Kakashi began to think about how he would apologize to the tan Sensei. But first things first, he had to find out if Lyla got her man. He flipped open his Icha Icha book, volume 8, but froze when he saw the word Sensei on the page. Instantly he had a vision. One of him and Iruka in the teacher's classroom after hours with Iruka bent over the desk, his face flushed in pleasure. Kakashi stood behind him, pounding the gorgeous man's ass into the table. Snapping himself back to reality, Kakashi shook his head hard. He didn't need that in his mind, especially not right now. He slammed his book shut, slipped it back into his pocket and leapt from the tree. He needed a mission alright. He needed one badly. But before he went to the Hokage's office, he needed to get rid of this volume, maybe grab one that didn't involve Senseis'. That wasn't going to be easy to get out of his head though. Brr, the Copy Nin shivered slightly, but turned towards his apartment. His empty, lonely apartment. He needed a lover, and needed one fast. Iruka popped up in his head, sprawled out on his bed, flushed and red, but Kakashi shook it off. Yup, a mission was definitely needed.
When he entered the mission office, he immediately saw the chaos. No one but Iruka had been able to keep the Jounins in line and it was painfully obvious by the way that the others tried and failed. Hell, Iruka was the only one who could silence the entire room with a glare. He had seen the mess when Iruka had last been here, and had seen how Anko cowered in front of the man. Then Kakashi had to go and open his mouth. Stupid idiot. He had also seen the unshed tears, and had felt even more like the ass he was. But he had only made it worse, not better. And this time he didn't think that he could make it better. What an idiot he was. Kakashi sighed and moved up in the line, until he was standing in front of Izumo.
"Yes, Hatake-san?" See? Even Iruka was the only one who would use his first name.
"What missions are available?"
"Umm. We have an S rank if you want it."
"I'll take it."
"Alright." The younger man handed over the scroll and Kakashi blanched. S-rank his ass. This was an ANBU mission. He saw Izumo nod towards Tsunade and knew that the woman had something to do with this. Whatever, at least it got him out of the village. Actually, he was thankful for that. It meant that he didn't have to think about Iruka, he could forget about the unforgettable Sensei and try to focus on his job. Maybe. Assuming he could actually bring his mind to think about other things. He sighed for the third time in the hour and vanished in a puff of smoke. Teleportation was a useful thing, but it didn't always have to involve smoke. He just liked to be showy. Reappearing in his room, he pulled out his ANBU uniform before stripping down. Staring in the mirror, he glanced over his body, eyes stopping at each scar. He was actually quite good looking, and he actually didn't mind it. However, if he did take his mask off, the amount of fan girls that he had would triple. Kakashi shuddered. Being stalked by Anko was bad enough; he didn't need anyone else to be doing it.
Kakashi snorted. There it was; perfect proof that his silver hair was natural. Pale silver curls that his currently flaccid cock rested in. Not that he'd let anyone else see it. Nor would he let anyone else see his face. Though there was a chance that he would have shown Iruka. He doubted that the Chuunin would have reacted like the girls would have. He might have blushed and smiled, but he wouldn't squeal like they would. It actually would have been a nice thing, but nope. He had to go and ruin every chance of ever having that happen. Another sigh slipped past his lips and Kakashi had to restrain himself from hitting his head against the wall. Gently he ran his fingers over the ANBU tattoo, before trailing it down the scar that graced his left arm. Glancing back at the mirror, the Copy Nin stared at his face. A strong square jaw was there, along with the scar from the eye transplant. But if you looked closely, you could see the small scar that crossed the left side of his lips. He touched it softly before sighing. It had been an attempt to not look so much like his father, but it hadn't worked as well as he had thought. Wrenching his eyes away from the mirror, Kakashi grabbed his uniform and dressed quickly before pulling his mask over his face. No longer was he Hatake Kakashi, the famed Copy Nin, but Hound, the ANBU captain.
To be honest, he had heard of Black Tiger. The man was even more famous then he was, and that was saying something. But no one had ever seen his face, not even Tsunade had. Only the Sandaime had, but he taken that secret with him to the grave. In fact, he was practically impossible to find. But lately he hadn't been seen at all. It was like he had disappeared off the face of the Earth. Kakashi himself had only met the man once or twice. The first time had been during the ANBU test, when he had faced off against him, the second had been when he had been assigned on a mission with him. It was the first time that Kakashi had been frightened, the man was powerful, and he knew it. But after that, he hadn't seen the man again. It was a relief actually, to not be stared at while he fought. Thinking back, he realized that Black Tiger was younger than him. He had joined the ANBU when he was seventeen, and Black Tiger only looked about thirteen. Apparently the man was four or so years younger than him. And when he had asked Tsunade about it, she had said that he had joined when he was eleven. According to his file, which had no photo or real name, he had become a Jounin at ten, joined the ANBU at eleven, and became a captain at twelve. This man was amazing.
When Itachi came to, he could hear the urgent whispering between Hiroki and the doctor. It sounded like they were very worried.
"What? W-what is wrong?" Instantly they turned to him. The doctor glanced at Hiroki before facing Itachi completely.
"You need to eat." He pointed to the bowl of soup sitting on the table next to the bed, watching quietly as Itachi picked up the bowl. "You're in definite need of nutrients."
"I didn't eat a lot while part of the Akatsuki for fear of poisoning... Tobi had a grudge against me."
"That explains it. You definitely need to get more nutrients, lest you lose them."
"THEM?" Itachi had caught the last part of the sentence and he choked on his soup, managing to shriek at the same time.
"Congratulations. You're pregnant."